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Post by Penny Royals on May 25, 2012 16:39:57 GMT -8
Cupid nodded.
"You guys seem really busy... I'm sorry if I've kept you long!"
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Post by lovely corte on May 25, 2012 20:22:57 GMT -8
"Yeeeew!" Creeper yelled, before he slammed into the ground, bouncing once, then twice, then a third time, before he stood up.
He shook himself, coughing, before he stood up.
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Post by Prime Spinosaur on May 25, 2012 20:38:47 GMT -8
Cupid nodded. "You guys seem really busy... I'm sorry if I've kept you long!" "No, not at all," smiled Annie. Good, she's probably heading home and not with us. Should I summon an Imp to escort her? Or is she good enough alone? Annie stopped herself and thought more logically. She's a superhero. She can take care of herself and has been doing so for a long time now. Nothing bad will happen to her. She knew she was lying to herself over the last part. Still, it seemed to keep the maternal side of her at bay. "You have a good night Cupid. I have to catch up with the others." With that, she walked quickly and quietly, following the group of superheroes in tow.
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Post by JW% on May 28, 2012 23:10:25 GMT -8
((I'm going to rule that the ribbon doesn't actually have enough strength to deal damage to Creeper, so at least he hasn't lost more hitpoints...))
DarkSon led the group following him to the nearest service entrance to storm drain line thirty five, which in this case turned out to be a large metal grating, hanging half open, underneath an overpass. He stopped about half a block away from the overpass and waited for everyone to catch up, watching the three figures huddled near a fire in a barrel that were occupying the sheltered area caused by the bridge.
They didn't look much like guards. Two of them were huddled under ratty blankets, or possibly towels, while one seemed to be muttering something while he crouched over the fire, tending it and possibly talking with his two companions. They were all dressed warmly, with the kind of fashion that desperation led one to assume, pulling mismatched clothing from dumpsters, using duct tape to replace your shoes, and ignoring any holes or stains in our outfit until you could find a replacement, and then wearing that replacement over the top just to be safe.
((May come up with something, like on her way home Cupid runs into a mugging, but for now at least she has a peaceful walk home, possibly with her stalker following her. And if Warrior Hopper can give me a little monologuing to work with he'll encounter an injured Skyraider over in the industrial section.))
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Post by Penny Royals on May 29, 2012 10:46:43 GMT -8
Cupid gave a small wave, before turning and starting away back to where her new house was.
New house. Not home. To her, it never WOULD be home. She hadn't wanted to move, had protested up and down. Her parents knew why she wanted to stay, but she knew why they wanted her to leave. They thought that if she left Suburbia, she wouldn't have to be a superhero anymore.
Well, great job there, Mom and Dad...
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Post by Anya the Purple on May 29, 2012 19:04:04 GMT -8
The Bright Knight caught up with DarkSon, glancing at the vagabonds. "Yes, they look very dangerous," she whispered acidly. Why did people in this era fear the poor so much? Still, she stayed back, waiting for DarkSon to make the first move.
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Post by lovely corte on May 29, 2012 20:08:25 GMT -8
"Not really. I mean, they're probably just cold." Creeper said, whispering over Bright Knight's shoulder, his warm, hot breath on her ears.
He pulled his head back, quickly, whispering "Penis."
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Post by Prime Spinosaur on May 29, 2012 20:17:07 GMT -8
"Would you prefer if I just cast a sleeping spell over them?" whispered Inferno Witch she glanced over at Creeper. "And a silencing spell on this one?"
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Post by lovely corte on May 29, 2012 21:49:33 GMT -8
"Hey, you love me." Creeper said, blowing her a kiss and a cute little wink.
"Is that really necessary?" Creeper said, cocking his head to the side, "He doesn't think we can handle a few homeless people, and I mean, look at them... the least they need is more trouble."
Creeper's armoured carapce fell away, into the small blue pack in his spinal cord. He reached into his packet, and produced his cigarette packet, "Give me a second, yeah. I'll handle this. You guys should really enter the manhole whilst I distract them if you're that worried."
Without even asking for any of their input on whether or not this was a good idea or not, he waddled over.
"Buddies." He said, rolling up his jacket sleeves, exposing his tattoo before he completley removed his jacket, draping it over the shoulder's of one of the homeless men, before offering his cigarettes to another.
There was laughter, and then they all conversed, more laughter...
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Post by Anya the Purple on May 30, 2012 5:27:52 GMT -8
The Bright Knight blushed furiously, both at the fact that they thought she was being serious and at Creeper's whispered vulgarities. "Right," she said once he was gone, grateful that the night and her helmet hid her face. "We shouldn't all go down at once; it will be threatening. I'll go first and call you two if I need help. Allright?" She paused on the top rung of the ladder leading into the sewer.
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Post by JW% on May 30, 2012 15:19:41 GMT -8
DarkSon's eyebrow raised at Creepers actions. "Actually, it was a test to see if you'd mindlessly attack an possible innocent or find a better way." He said softly, though only Inferno Witch and possibly Bright Knight were near enough to hear him.
The two homeless men, and one of them a rather hard looking woman now that Creeper came closer to check, gave him a wary look, but the offer of his jacket and cigarettes over came their initial hostilities. Soon there was a good natured conversation, asking Creeper what he was doing in this part of town.
((Believe it or not, Creepers charisma score wins that check. All three of them are gonna be his buddies. Feel free to ask them for information.))
The laughter from one of Creepers dick jokes died however, when Bright Knight managed to get to the storm drain opening. She'd managed to sneak past them with little effort, Creepers antics making for a great distraction, but actually entering the door, or in this case half open metal grate, they were trying to watch was too much for them to ignore.
"What are you doing? Don't go in there!" Called the man hunkered by the fire, still wearing Creepers jacket. The other two turned to see what was going on, one of them looking accusingly at Creeper.
"That place is not for you, not for your kind." The woman muttered.
((Sorry, nothing on your character says you have a skill at stealth, so it's your 20 Agility against all three of their 10-20 Intuitions combined. Odds say one of them catches you. On the bright side, they might just be telling you it's not safe to wander the stormdrains at night.))
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Post by lovely corte on May 30, 2012 21:47:36 GMT -8
Creeper was about to say what he was doing, a lie already forming, before he stood up as they walked closer.
"Hey, hey. It's alright." He said, arms braced out-wide, showing off all the multitude of sickening tattoos and scars on his body, "We're just going to offer humanitarian aid. Food, water - the likes."
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Post by JW% on May 30, 2012 23:32:30 GMT -8
The trios eyes narrowed, the woman heading for Bright Knight to stop her from going into the stormdrain system, while the other two turned on Creeper. The man by the firebarrel shrugged off Creepers jacket carelessly, nearly dropping it into the fire.
"You do not offer aid of any kind."
"We wouldn't accept such charity from you. The Lost Ones care for us, because we are one with them."
((And you lost them. Had to put a conditional modifier on you since while you're still "charming", your lie is pretty obvious. You clearly didn't bring anything with you, and you now seem to be covering for Bright Knight who almost managed to slip past them... by the way she could try making a break for it, she could probably outrun these three.))
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Post by Prime Spinosaur on May 31, 2012 5:25:21 GMT -8
Inferno Witch gave a heavy sigh, and started working on a sleeping spell on the two by the fire, she started muttering gibberish and pointing towards the two homeless people evoking her magical energies. It was a good thing that they were only concentrating on Creeper or Bright Knight, because if they say her, it would be obvious that she was enchanting them.
Enchantments were not exactly her forte, but she knew enough to make some effective ones when needed to, her mask for instance, most thought that it just made her look different, the truth of the matter was that it changed the way people perceived things, inhibited them from actually coming up with a description of her other than her mask.
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Post by Anya the Purple on May 31, 2012 21:41:55 GMT -8
The Bright Knight climbed out of the storm drain. "I apologize," she said. "But, if I may ask, what is my kind?" She decided to keep them talking. She still wanted to know who the Lost Ones were, after all, and she had noticed Inferno Witch doing something. Perhaps stalling would help.
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Post by JW% on Jun 1, 2012 0:28:41 GMT -8
"You are not one who was lost. The world has a place for you." The woman coming towards Bright Knight muttered. Their tone was very much like Creepers sometimes got into in his more rambling states when he wasn't trying to immediately shock someone.
"You do not seek the change, to end the world that has embraced you." As Inferno Witch continued her muttering waves of lethargy swept over the targets, their words growing slower and slurring as they tried to describe something they really didn't seem to comprehend themselves.
"The change will come..." At this point the spell finally took away any sense of conciousness from it's two victims, the slumped forward, one nearly knocking over the firebarrel, the other simply collapsing at Creepers feet.
"Not bad work." DarkSon nodded at Inferno Witch and started to stride forward to join the other two heroes.
The sound of her two companions collapsing unnaturally brought the homeless woman to spin around, her eyes taking a wide wild look to them like a cornered animal when she saw Dark Son casually walking down the street towards Creeper and Bright Knight.
With a sudden spin, the homeless woman tried to lunge at Bright Knight.
((Technically this is now a combat round. Order of actions are as follows: Inferno Witch(though she's still at range and just cast a spell, she's intuitive enough to notice the homeless woman making ready for the lunge), Creeper, Bright Knight, DarkSon, Homeless Woman, Creepers second action for the turn due to high agility, Bright Knights second action for the turn due to high agility, and DarkSon's second action for the turn due to high agility. Then repeat for the next combat round until resolved. As you can see, the odds are pretty stacked against the homeless woman. Particularly since Bright Knight could probably handle the whole thing on her own by just standing in place stubbornly. I don't expect resolution to be difficult, or really NEED the combat order, but I'm getting some practice in. Feel free to delay or simply not take your turn as it comes up if you don't want to.))
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Post by Jean-Thomas Renault on Jun 1, 2012 10:14:15 GMT -8
There is a certain sense in which a street fighter is quite brutal in combat. But even this very brutality can be sloppy as it is almost always the result of wild and spontaneous action rather than self-discipline and consistent practice. So when the homeless woman in rags tried to lunge at Bright Knight, she began moving in those predictably stylist, exaggerated angles which are the mark of the amateur street fighter.
Bright Knight registered every one of Rag's movements. She saw the whole thing as one sees a play he has watched a dozen times with different actors yet the same lines. With a sense of slight amusement tinged with boredom. Bright Knight easily dodged Rags's attack, if you could even call it a dodge. It would be more accurate to say that she merely stepped aside and watched as the lunge turned to a fall, and Rags found her face in the ground. She lay there for a few moments, defeated when she had hardly begun. Then she did something no one expected: she sprang to her feet and started screaming. She didn't scream any words. Indeed, the whole thing was so startling that if you had heard you might have supposed it had come from some sort of deranged animal.
Even Bright Knight was taken a bit by surprise, but only slightly. "Wait," said Bright Knight, "please, I don't want to hurt you. Let us pass."
"Never!" screamed the homeless woman.
Rags began running at her, and her head was near her stomach as though she were converting that member into a large bowling ball. But again she missed her mark, and again Bright Knight stepped aside. But this time, slightly irritated, she delivered a roundhouse kick as the homeless woman passed her. Rags fell a second time, and what a fall it was. She had been running too fast to see the wall in front of her, and was unable to stop before smashing into it thanks to the boost of inertia from Bright Knight's kick. Disoriented, her hideous green eyes rolled a few times with dizziness and she crashed backward onto the ground.
Some mild cheers arose from the crowd which had by this time gathered to watch the spectacle. Bright Knight began walking away from the scene, when she saw that DarkSon and Creepers's eyes were wide with alarm. Gasps arose from the crowd as Bright Knight turned to face, with horror, the homeless woman. Rags had managed to stagger to her feet. Her once green eyes were bloodshot with anger.
"Please," Bright Knight said again, "let us pass. Go your way."
"You will die this day at my hand," Rags said, eyes eyes narrowing.
To Bright Knight it seemed that the world had turned upside down. What sort of nightmare reality was this where homeless women as thin as rails were as dangerous as ninjas? In fact, the homeless woman had about her an almost demonic endurance, and while they were all sure Bright Knight could put her down eventually, the delay was something of a frustration. What's more, reason had failed, and they were in the uncomfortable but forced position of looking at her as one sees a deranged animal driven by raw instincts, unafraid of pain. Deciding there should be an end to it, InfernoWitch stepped forward and spoke with an authoritative voice which seemed to temporarily silence the excited crowd.
"Inferna, goddess of ancient, dark, and terrible fire cast on this wicked fiend the whole of thine righteous ire!" she cried.
Suddenly, flames came from the sky and engulfed the homeless woman. Then, to everyone's sickening surprise, Rags began to laugh haughtily as she was licked by the tongues of the fire. The laugh was just the sort you might expect to hear from a particularly wicked witch disguised as a common woman. Even as she was burning she was somehow lunging, this time at Inferno Witch. But by this time, Creeper, Bright Knight, and Darksun had managed to restrain her as Inferno Witch pelted with with flames. Finally Rags lay still, though even when her body was still her tongue was still wagging defiantly, and her eyes blazed with a reddish green which was both alarming and repulsive. With one powerful stroke of her hand, Inferno Witch finally brought another spark of fire on the witch, and Rags was completely incinerated, with nothing of her remains save black ash and a putrid smell.
For a moment, no one said anything. Then, still somewhat dazed, Bright Knight's eyes softened and she looked at Inferno Witch. "Thank you," said said, "had that dragged out I fear she may have gotten some reinforcements."
Inferno Witch nodded. "Undoubtedly. There was something unspeakably wicked about her. It was an example true insanity incarnate. But come, we must all be going or we may have to endure even greater challenges." She pointed toward the crowd.
It is the mark of all good people that while they will accept thanks from each other, they will accept no worship from people who merely worship strength. As it happened, this fickle crowd would have surely carried them away on their shoulders to some festival. And most likely, some professor would have bored them all with a lecture about the greatness of strength and the importance of the superman, and the need to carry on the best races for the sake of being Progressive. But thanks to the quick wits of Inferno Witch, they were all spared this sophistry. She cast a cloud of smoke around her comrades, and then they were gone.
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My deepest apologies to JW% and everyone...I'm afraid I misunderstood the purpose of the thread. I didn't mean to intrude into a great world of imagination where I was uninvited...Well, carry on... *hides in the corner*
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Post by Prime Spinosaur on Jun 1, 2012 15:00:22 GMT -8
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Post by JW% on Jun 1, 2012 15:31:14 GMT -8
((Thank you for that stirring and wonderfully written, but as the time of my reading it somewhat in need of spell check, addition Jean-Thomas Renault. It certainly was an inspiration for us all, and a joy to read. So it is with a heavy heart that, for the sake of the story at large, and the illusion of control that the players are meant to hold in regards to their personal characters actions, that I must declare your initial entrance into this humble game to be null and void, if that is alright with the rest of the players as well. If you would like to join, please, I encourage you to visit the forum labeled as OOC and find a thread with a similar title, whereby you can create your own character to join my story. Or, as your creativeness has shown, you could easily start your own game and share with us your wonderful imagination by giving us the illusion of control within one of your creations. Or you could take it entirely to the Fanfiction section if you simply wish to entertain the world with your writing skills. As it is, we're going to try that scene again. Without your input I fear, Jean-Thomas Renault, if you would be so kind. Again, thank you for your attention, I'm always glad to have viewers who wish to express the inspiration I have attempted to provide them with, and I hope to see more of your works, placed in the proper channels next time.))
((The homeless woman is not named Rags. There is no crowd gathering here at the underpass in the early evening hours past sundown. Let's take it from just before the interruption.))
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Post by lovely corte on Jun 2, 2012 19:12:12 GMT -8
Creeper cackled, placing his fallen jacket back over the group. "And ya' eva' think, maybe the guy might of fallen on his dick. Snapped his boner, maybe. I mean, with Annie dressed like that, I'd get mah jollies' up in a bit."
He looked up at Annie. He honestly didn't like her Superhero name. She seemed to nice, at most. He winked at her, blowing a fake kiss, "I know ya' want me. All lathered up in baby oil, you on top. I mean, I see you more as a dominant lover."
His armoured carapace came over his lithe form, and as the fight broke out, he sunk into the sewers.
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Post by Prime Spinosaur on Jun 2, 2012 20:11:07 GMT -8
Annie's right eye twitched. A lot. Annie looked at herself, compared to some superheroes out there, her outfit was modest, hardly showed any skin, and was made for maneuverability in mind.
Hell, she'd once seen a super heroine dressed in nothing but a tight leotard.
There was also the fact that Creeper's flirting made her feel uncomfortable. After her secret identity was revealed, no one really wanted to date Inferno Witch, hell, her ex-boyfriend broke it off when he discovered the truth. Who could blame them? One of the things Annie would do to her rapist victims was genital mutilation, and that was any guy's worst nightmare. But Creeper just wasn't her type of guy. If Annie had given time to contemplate on what kind of person she was into, she'd drag behind really quick, so she decided to leave thinking about that and relationships pushed aside for later.
Annie was about to respond to Creeper's statement with a witty retort when she saw the homeless woman charging at Bright Knight.
Either this bitch was crazy, or was much stronger then she looked. Honestly, Annie had faced both in the past. Either way, she was sure Bright Knight could handle her.
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Post by lovely corte on Jun 2, 2012 20:32:41 GMT -8
Creeper peeked up from the manhole, "Ya' comin', Annie-baby?" He said, grinning, "God, ya' hot for me aren't ya. I can see it in ya' eyes."
He held the manhole and pushed it off to the side, allowing the others to come and enter his hole.
His big, wide, open hole, that smelt like poops.
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Post by Anya the Purple on Jun 2, 2012 20:50:29 GMT -8
The Bright Knight was slow to respond due to surprise at the woman's sudden attack. At the last minute she managed to sidestep, though the woman still caught her shoulder. The Bright Knight took this opportunity to grab the woman around the middle.
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Post by JW% on Jun 3, 2012 19:15:50 GMT -8
DarkSon became a blur, launching himself forward at a speed that became impossible to follow with the naked eye, propelled by some mystical force he flew towards the desperate homeless woman.
He was, however, too late. The homeless woman had tried to lunge at and then past Bright Knight, heading for the grate leading to the stormdrain tunnels, trying to shout a warning to those within. The results were more of a squawk, as Bright Knight's strength caught her before she could get any closer, and armored arms wrapped about the womans midsection.
"Sleep." DarkSon said as the woman kicked and struggled feebly against Bright Knights strength. DarkSon's leather gauntlet touched her forehead, and there was a sudden surge of dark magic as something... vital... was drained from the homeless woman. Her struggles became a spasm, and then she went limp as a torn rag.
"That was a good reaction. Lay her by the fire with her companions." DarkSon suggested to Bright Knight.
The Stormdrains were not sewers. They carried water from the hillside the city was built on out into the ocean. They may not have smelled pleasant, the water and other debris that swept down them tended to make things unpleasant, but they were not too bad. They were also much more open, allowing for two people to walk side by side, and to avoid the water that either trickled down the center this time of year, or made it into pools of rainwater on the floor.
"I hope nobody is afraid of the dark." DarkSon said, and the already unlit interior became even darker around him, causing him to be easily lost in the shadows. "We have a little bit of a walk ahead of us."
((Intuition while in the tunnels is reduced by 10 because of darkness, unless within range of DarkSon's shadow control. Oh, and combat is resolved, as I figured it would be.))
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Post by lovely corte on Jun 3, 2012 19:43:14 GMT -8
Creeper walked in front, galloping through the water, dragged a bit, before he found a walk-way he was able to stand on.
He de-armoured ,for a second, and produced his phone, then re-armoured. He held it up, and used it as a kind of flashlight.
"Where are we going, ya' ganga'? I really think if we keep goin' this way, we'll run into one of those sewer orgies."
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Post by Anya the Purple on Jun 7, 2012 19:26:49 GMT -8
"Sewer what?" The Bright Knight asked apprehensively. Then, thinking better of it, "Don't answer that." She stepped carefully, trying not to get water on her armor. She knew it was of a far finer quality than anything in her time, but the scientist had never told her if it rusted or not. She had learned that some metals didn't rust, but figured it was better safe than sorry.
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Post by lovely corte on Jun 7, 2012 22:05:59 GMT -8
"Sewer orgies." Creeper said, allowing his armour to form into the smooth blue light in his spinal cord, allowing him to sneak betters, "You know, big dog pile. Fingers in buttholes, alot of spitting, alot of bloods."
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Post by JW% on Jun 7, 2012 22:38:19 GMT -8
It took a moment to realize that DarkSon was no longer making footsteps. In fact, he wasn't walking at all. He was floating just above the ground. While this wasn't completely soundless, the soft swishing rustling of his robe and leathers was less noticeable than Creeper's activities. Particularly the talking.
The group progressed for what had to have been three city blocks, and at least one junction that DarkSon seemed familiar enough to guide them through without pause, before the sound of voices could be heard ahead by the sharp eared of the group(IE: Inferno Witch). The echos from the tunnel however made it hard to make out what exactly was being said, or even if it was directly down the tunnel they were heading down.
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Post by Prime Spinosaur on Jun 8, 2012 4:58:49 GMT -8
Inferno Witch started to slow down, carefully, and steadily getting closer to the voice, trying to tune into the conversation and understand what they were saying, whether it was in English, or a forgotten supernatural language, trying to evoke power from the words. When she could understand what was being said, she'd stop, or if she was getting too close to the conversation and too close to the exit to wherever it lead off to.
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Post by Anya the Purple on Jun 8, 2012 14:56:53 GMT -8
The Bright Knight let out a small, mortifird "oh," before hurrying up to catch up with DarkSon. She looked at the ground only to notice his feet weren't there. Her eyes widened. "You can fly?" She said.
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